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mona had finally made up her mind to leave wherever this was, cross the mountains, go home — whatever got her away from the realization of the huge lie she'd been told. it was through her dejected sniffling that she heard the dulcet, wary tones, and glanced up through her tearstained lashes. the wolf who watched her from a small distance was a creature of chocolate and silver; mona met the dazzle of the stranger's gaze for a heartbeat longer than lupine propriety allowed.
dropping her gaze politely, the girl held herself in a courteous way, lifting one fore-ankle to wipe the rivulets of saltwater from one cheek. "yes," she responded, cursing the tremble of her voice. "i didn't mean to come so close. i —"
what was she doing here anyway? in that moment, the mayfair girl felt steel edge her heart; her slender shoulders squared and she lifted her eyes once more for a brief glance into the face of the stranger. who, as it was, mona found very beautiful without completely knowing if it was a wolf or wolfess she beheld.
"i would like to join you." there. and now nothing rowan or casmir said mattered. "my father was a druid. he liked ... forests." well he had, hadn't he? he'd had an entire woodland called donnelike or something. as the pause deepened, mona's breath began to hold itself in the fluted column of her scarlet throat.